With a discreet glance, she took in the hard angles of Lord Grey’s face. He was a man well lauded for his strength, wisdom, and cool calm when a difficult situation arose. And, her cousin. At Lochshire Castle for hours now, she still struggled with the revelation of their blood tie. Griffin wrapped her fingers within his. Thankful for his unfailing support, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “The solar.” Seathan moved aside, motioned for Rois and Griffin to enter. “I thought it best to finish explaining the details of our grandparents’ embattled past in private.” “Thank you.” She stepped inside, the warmth of the afternoon sun welcome. “I look forward to hearing the rest of their story.” Seathan crossed to where goblets were set out along with a bottle of wine. “Would you like a drink?” “Nay,” she replied, anxious to learn more. “Nor I,” Griffin replied. “I will start at the beginning,” Seathan said. “In 1257, my grandfather, Trálin MacGruder, was wounded in an effort to halt an abduction of King Alexander III.”
